Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.